"If you'd stay asleep longer, you'd be dead. And...and I think Dad would have been too. And he'd have taken me, he wanted me." He shuddered at that, mindful of the close escape. The Death Eater had seemed surprised to see him, and likely had wanted to finish the job he'd started on Valentine's Day. "You came at exactly the right time." And that would have meant that Sandy's vision, for lack of a better word, had the capability of changing.
"All right, we'll just tell Mum and Dad. I don't want Uncle Harry using you either. It would make you a target too." He reached out and squeezed Sandy's hand, pulling him closer for a hug. He held on for a long time. "I don't think we can know anything until you have another one. Two are not enough for patterns, not enough information to form a theory." They'd need roughly half a dozen visions for that, but he didn't want to think about what would have to happen for Sandy to have them.
"Yes, let's. I heard the Healer say they're right next door. No one will miss us."